Magna Aenilia Ecclesia/Book of Promises/The Curse Returns/Prelude

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The Curse Returns: Prelude

(Roleplay from Xarnelf Lightstar)

That odd feeling of unease twinged in the back of her mind again. Something, somewhere, was not quiet right, yet she could not figure it out for the life of her.

Life. What was life to her? And who was she?

She shrugged her snow-white wings at these uncharacteristic and silly musings, returning to her favorite pastime of soaring through the heavens, and simply experiencing the invigorating rush of the eternal winds. It did not matter who she was. All that mattered was the ultimate feeling of freedom, flying indefinitely ever forwards...


(Roleplay from Xarnelf Lightstar)

Elsewhere, a pair of closed eyes opened. A pair of coal-black, smouldering eyes. Something had awakened him from his timeless slumber. Something had broken through the prison of his forced hibernation. The sound of a thousand fires ignited as he flexed his coal-black wings, stiff from decades of neglect and disuse.

He remembered though. He remembered everything.

Growling in anger at being banished from the realm of the clay, partly due to the unforeseen and final, willful resistance of his chosen vessel, but mostly due to the edicts of the High Enclave, the darkwing clenched his fist. Then he opened his hand and, with but a mere thought, a mere extension of his vast willpower, summoned his black sword.

The High Enclave thought they could keep him here in Limbo for an eon, but they had underestimated the tenacity of ambition in the children of clay, and in himself as well. They could not have known that he had infused a portion of his own essence into the Artifact. They had thought that, by confusing the order of the words, paragraphs, and chapters into a discombobulated mess, the danger would be banished forever.

They were mistaken. Someone had opened the Artifact. Someone had begun once again to attempt to decipher the words of power held therein. Someone had freed him from his prison.

Orphaea Imperium smiled wickedly as he leaped and began his immediate escape, and his eventual return...